Loving Lacey

*** Note: All persons engaging in sexual activity in this chapter are depicted as being over 18 years of age***

Early November

Year 2 of Us

Thursday

It had been raining, sometimes hard and sometimes soft, this evening, but the fire was nice as we sat in the bedroom. I smiled at Lacey, past the head of Duncan, our sleeping son, as she shifted her nightgown and stood up from the big rocker that she had dubbed the Nursing Chair. Lacey was cuddling our daughter Samantha as she snuggled into her mommy's shoulder after nursing, and Lacey's smile lit up the room. "I don't know who's more content of the three of you."

"Hard to say, but you're looking very content right now, yourself." I whispered, my eyelids heavy.

She smiled even more. "I'll be back to get him from you and put him in the crib."

"Okay. I don't really mind holding him, you know."

"I know, but I want him to be in his crib." She smiled at me.

"Oh?"

Lacey gave me one of those looks, and I smiled as she walked towards what had been our office and was now the babies' room. I tucked him closer, feeling his gentle breathing on my shoulder. He sighed a bit, and I spoke softly. "You've got one fantastic mommy, kiddo."

When I heard footsteps coming across the floor, I started to lift up.

"I agree, his mommy *is* fantastic." A soft voice comes through the dimness near the door.

"Erica?"

"Who else?" Erica's long hair drifted across my face as she kissed the baby's head, then she kissed me. "I love the smell of new baby!"

"You have one of your own, you know." I replied.

"I know. She's asleep in the other room."

"Travis? The kids?" I asked.

"At home."

"Wait -- you drove over here in this weather?"

"How else? It's not so bad. The rain is over, and the clouds are moving off." Erica's voice was firm, so I knew enough to let it drop.

I shook my head as she caressed Duncan's face, then trailed her fingers over my face. "You look very satisfied right now."

"I am. I'm also very happy, Erica." I gave her a smile.

She sat in the Nursing Chair. "How's the knee and leg?"

"Lots better, but this weather is bothering it more than it used to." I yawned.

"You scared the crap out of her, you know."

"I know. I'm just glad that Travis avoided that log when it rolled." My voice was a little raspy.

"So am I. Be glad you weren't in the car when Lacey screamed as you disappeared."

"I'm glad y'all were there."

She looked at me, her face solemn. "I'm glad, too. Do you remember that Travis loaded you into our car, and it was all we could do to keep her from crawling back there with you?"

I shook my head. "Mostly what I remember is the white pain."

"It wasn't fun, Wyatt. Travis had to hold one of her shoulders to keep her in her seat. I thought she was going to have issues. I called for help, and they met us a few miles down the road."

"I'm still annoyed with you about that, Wyatt," Lacey said from the door. Erica moved a bit as she partially turned in the chair. I could see Lacey's face, even in the dim light, and there was a put-on annoyed expression on it.

"Want me to put him in the crib?" Erica asked.

"I can do it!" And as I started to get up, Erica reached over and put her hand on my shoulder. She shook her head at me.

"No. Let her do it, please, love," Lacey said softly.

I sagged back into the chair as Erica deftly took Duncan from me. She smiled at me, "Lots of practice picking up sleeping babies from their Daddy's arms."

She walked towards their room. She stopped when she reached Lacey, and I could tell she was saying something to Erica. She nodded, gave Lacey a kiss and went into the other room, closing the door behind her.

I sat up and looked at Lacey. "And what was the whispering about?"

"The reason I asked her over."

"And that reason is...?" I asked.

"You'll find out." Again, that smile.

I watched as she somehow shimmied around before bending over. She reached down and then tossed her panties at me. My eyebrows went up.

"Impressive, Lacey."

"I thought you would appreciate that move." Lacey's smile grew tender as she walked over to where I was sitting.

Lacey gently pressed her legs between mine, and then she slid to her knees. I smiled. She didn't smile -- she grinned as her hands began to caress my thighs. She leaned forward and placed her right cheek on my left thigh. "I could spend a lot of time caressing you, you know."

All I could do was swallow as her left hand caressed my thigh. "But you don't seem to have the same type of reactions as I do when you caress me. I know you enjoy it, but not in the same way."

As Lacey knelt there, I could feel her fingers running over my thighs. Her right hand stopped as it neared my left knee. "I'm almost afraid to touch that knee and leg," her voice was tentative.

"Lacey, it's healing pretty well, you know that."

"I know, but I was really scared. It's not completely healed, mister love. Did you know they were talking about amputating this leg? It was a mess." Lacey looked slightly frightened.

"I'm glad you were there for me."

"I'm glad Travis and Erica were there for *us*."

Lacey reached up and when I leaned down, she caressed my face. "That's over, though."

"Yes, my princess, it's over." She stretched upwards and we gently kissed. She looked at me and raised her finger. I smiled and leaned back in the chair.

Lacey settled back on her knees and started to caress my legs again, gently going over my knee with her fingertips. She kissed me through my pants, then reached up and hooked her fingers into the waistband. With a little work, she got my pants down over my hips, then she tugged them down my legs. As they slipped down, she gently kissed and nibbled at my legs. I leaned back, my eyes partly closing as I watched her do her magic on me.

My pants hit the floor, and then Lacey reached up to tug my underwear down, too. It took some time to do this, and her kisses were making me shiver. My cock was starting to get hard when Lacey stood up.

She pressed my legs together, then she straddled me, her soft gown draped over us. Lacey's hands started to stroke me, and I groaned.

"Wait -- what about the doctor saying to wait for fucking?"

"How old are the babies?" she asked with a soft smile.

I sat there for a moment, trying to think.

She answered her own question. "Eight weeks as of yesterday. The waiting ended yesterday and this morning I arranged for Erica to be here tonight."

"She knew what was going to happen?"

"Of course." She started to slide forward, and I could feel the moisture from her pussy.

"You know, the last time we were in this position, we may have made babies." I looked at her with a grin.

"True. Of course, it could have been on the floor over there, or in the kitchen, or even on the bed. I don't think that's a problem right now, do you?" With those last two words, Lacey rubbed the head of my cock up and down her pussy lips. I looked into her eyes as she slid down onto me. Her expression was rapturous, her eyelids closing to slits and her mouth pouting open.

I heard the intake of her breath as she slowly, so slowly, took me inside of her. "Oh, yes, that's what I've been missing!"

I reached out and placed my hands on Lacey's hips, holding her gently. I couldn't see where we were joined, but I could feel her pussy lips spread against the base of my cock. She started to gently rock in my lap as I continued watching her face.

Her eyes opened and she looked at me. "Like what you see?"

"Oh, yes. Yes, I do like what I see very much. I love watching your face when we're loving each other."

Tears formed in her eyes.

"What's wrong? Does it hurt?"

"No, baby, it feels wonderful, just like it always does. You just move my heart when you say things like that!"

She leaned forward, and I touched her cheek. "Is a kiss allowed in this context?"

"Yes, it is." She smiled.

I kissed her gently before she sat up. My eyes were on hers as Lacey slowly slipped her gown up, only losing sight of each other as she tugged it over her head. She dropped it to the floor, and then she pulled her long braid around and teased me with it.

As she swirled the tip of her braid across my stomach, Lacey began rocking back and forth, and then she let go of the braid. I could feel her juices flowing from her pussy, coating my crotch and the tops of my thighs. She clasped at my cock with her pussy, and then started to shake. I grabbed her hips, holding her in place. This orgasm was deep, and her moaning was loud in the room as she dropped forward onto me.

I hear other moaning, too, coming from my right. I looked at the Nursing Chair, and Erica was there, nude with her legs open and one hand between them. I held Lacey closely to me as she continued to shake, then Erica reached her own orgasm.

Lacey turned her head to look, then she smiled at me. "Told you that she likes to watch."

"Yes, you did. And, yes, she does, doesn't she?" I chuckled.

When Erica calmed down, she looked at us. "Couldn't help myself." She grinned.

I cupped Lacey's left breast and began to milk it. She moaned slightly as the milk began to flow slightly. I let Erica see my hand squeeze Lacey's breast a bit.

A few drops of milk fell into my palm, which I stretched out to Erica, who slid to the floor and crawled towards us. I watched Lacey as she watched Erica stick her tongue out to lick the milk from my hand. Lacey's eyes closed as she sighed, "Want to join us and have some more?"

Erica nodded as we got off the chair, and each of us took one of her hands as we pulled Erica to her feet. My eyes went wide when Erica grabbed my still hard cock. "Didn't you cum?"

Lacey grinned as she looked at Erica. "I did, but he didn't."

I looked at the two of them, still holding hands. With her free hand, Lacey pointed from me to the bed. After I stretched out, they followed me, one of them on each side.

They began playing with me, caressing me, teasing my cock, nibbling at my neck -- which Lacey knew drove me nuts. I was trying to pleasure both of them with my hands, but it was a difficult task because they also played with each other over my chest.

"I want more. I want it all -- I'm going to be selfish." Lacey said seriously.

Erica smiled at Lacey as she caressed my chest. "You deserve it. I know how difficult these past weeks have been without his cock in you."

Lacey straddled me, her pussy lips swollen and inviting. Both of us watched as Erica held my cock for Lacey to slide down upon. Lacey moaned, then she pulled Erica to her tit. She looked startled at first, then placed her mouth on Lacey's nipple and began to suck.

Lacey's face took on that supremely satisfied expression I had come to know so well. She was rocking back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of her pussy, while somehow holding Erica's face to her while Erica drank. Erica pulled away and leaned down to kiss me. When my lips parted, she let milk flow into it, and I savored the taste of it as I had been doing for two months now.

My eyes closed as Erica forced her tongue into my mouth, and I started trying to lift Lacey up with my hips, trying to not wince as a stab of pain hits me.

"My lover and my best friend. Kissing. Perfect!" Lacey moaned.

I grabbed her hips and came deep inside her. Lacey shuddered as she cried out,

"Fuck! Fuck! Oh, my god!"

Erica sat up and put her arms around Lacey. I could see her head tilted back; eyes closed. Lacey's face was flushed, and Erica helped her lean forward.

Lacey's eyes opened as she pushed her left tit into my mouth. "Drink, baby, drink my milk. You know you love it."

I suckled at her, my eyes closed, and the milk flowed into my mouth, so warm and so sweet. I drank and drank, loving what she was giving to me. I could feel three hands on my face, so when I opened my eyes, I see both of them looking at me intently.

I pulled my mouth away and smiled.

We all snuggled together, Lacey on top of me, Erica close in on my right. I had my left arm around Lacey and my right around Erica.

Erica whispered, "We may have to have an encore later." They both giggled.

"How can I refuse?"

As we lay there, my eyes started to close and then Erica shifted so that she could look me in the eye. "Wyatt, do you know that when you get emotional while talking about certain things, you have a Southern drawl?"

When I looked at Lacey, her chin just inches from mine, she nodded. "You really do, sweetheart. The first time I heard you do that I was very surprised. When did you hear that accent?"

"Hear? I grew up with variations of a Southern accent. I was born in Texas and spent my teens in Virginia." While I said that, I let my drawl out. Lacey got this grin on her face, and Erica snickered.

"Why don't you talk like that all the time?" Lacey asked lightly.

"Are you kidding? There'd be people all around us who'd ignore me because of it!"

"You think so?"

"My princess, I *know* so." Lacey bent her head down and kissed me quickly.

"I think it's cute. Can you do it just for me?" she asked with a grin.

"Well, missy, I reckon I could!" Both of them broke into laughter and I joined in. Lacey shifted, and her weight rested on my left knee. I guess I couldn't hide the wince this time.

"Lacey, get off his left leg!" Erica cried. Lacey rolled off me quickly, a look of alarm on her face.

"What's wrong?" Lacey's voice was tight.

"Nothing, honey." I let my breath out slowly.

"Bullshit." Lacey looked me in the eyes.

"Okay, okay. You kinda pressed all your weight on my leg when you shifted your weight a few moments ago."

Lacey turned to look at the area around my left knee, and Erica joined her. I knew what they saw, and I didn't care to look at it at the moment. There's a big scar above my knee and curling down the outside of it, and two long ones from the bottom of my knee to a few inches above my ankle. I could feel Lacey's hands gently touch me there, and I relaxed. Just her simple touch did that to me, and I will never, ever complain about it.

"I was so afraid in the hospital when you got hurt." Lacey's voice was shaky.

I forced myself up and pulled Lacey onto my lap. "I'm just glad you had Power of Attorney and the papers to prove you could make decisions for me."

Lacey shook a little, and I realized what was happening. "Lacey, my princess, my sweetheart. There's no need to cry. It's over, I'm getting better every day, and we have two wonderful babies."

I held her for a bit while Erica rubbed Lacey's back. I looked at Erica and smiled. "I freaked the doctors out when I told them that I *would* be there for the births."

"You were, too." There was awe in Erica's voice. I caressed Lacey's cheek, and I thought the tears were ending. "How bad were you hurting, though?"

"Erica, that may have been the most pain I endured since I was in the helo crash, before this one was born."

Lacey twisted slightly, took my face in her hands, and stared at me. "You never told me that!"

I looked back at her, my face calm. "Did you think I was going to let you have our babies alone? The woman I love? No. It wasn't going to happen that way."

Lacey's eyes softened as she continued to look at me. I smiled at her, and she returned the smile. "You are a stubborn man, Wyatt."

I pulled her close. "Yes, I am."

Lacey moved her face closer, and her eyes closed as she started to kiss me. As we kissed, her arms went around my neck, and I wrapped mine around my back. We sat there for a few moments, just reveling in the kiss. I felt Erica move on the bed, and Lacey broke the kiss. She smiled at Erica, then she leaned in, and they kissed.

I watched as Lacey ran her fingers through Erica's hair, and one of her hands reached out for me. I felt it go around the back of my head, and she pulled me to her. Lacey backed away slightly, and then Erica kissed me. As her tongue slipped between my lips, I felt Lacey's mouth on my cheek, then it moved to my ear.

"She needs tender kisses, too," Lacey whispered to me. My heart started to pound as the three of us sat there, sharing kisses. There was no pattern -- I think it was mostly determined by the need to breathe, but it was wonderful. The kisses I received were fabulous, and it seemed that the ones they were sharing were the same. We stopped, with all three of our foreheads touching and I could Lacey's eyelids starting to droop.

Before I could suggest that she get some sleep, from the other room I heard Duncan start to cry, then Samantha joined in. Erica started to giggle when crying started to come from the nightstand behind me.

"Well, the little monitor app is working for Amanda, too." Erica said.

We started to move around. I watched as they got off the bed, then they both helped me up. Erica headed for the door to the hall.

"Bring her stuff in here, Erica. We'll put her in their room when we're finished." She nodded to Lacey and walked out of the room.

"Finished?" I asked.

"Yes. Why do you think they're awake?"

"Hungry. Dirty." I nodded.

"We'll change them, then I'll start feeding time."

"Okay. Who first?"

"Duncan. He started it." Lacey answered with a smile.

"Good," I smiled. "I get to cuddle my daughter while Mommy feeds her brother."

Lacey flashed me a smile as we took care of business. Yes, there were two dirty diapers and two very hungry babies.

As we started to carry them into our room, she stopped. "You didn't call her your Baby Girl."

"That's because *you* are my Baby Girl. She'll always be my *daughter* or my little girl."

Another smile, and Lacey reached up to pat my cheek before she went through the door. "Okay, Daddy." Her voice was very light and happy.

Erica was sitting in the chair, holding her daughter to her breast. She smiled at us and patted the arm of the rocker, "I know that's your nursing chair, so I saved it for you."

Lacey made a little bow and laughed softly. "I do love that rocker. So do the babies."

She looked at me. "And so does he."

Erica looked at me. "You like it, too?"

"Yep. It's very comfortable."

Lacey sat down, a grin on her face. "He likes it so much that I've had to wake him up."

Erica laughed, then patted the arm of the chair she was in. "I thought this is your chair?"

"It is, but he won't turn down a chance to sit in this one."

I grinned at them and carried Samantha to the window seat at the big window. I gingerly settled onto it and leaned against the cushions. I gently held Samantha, patting her back, trying to keep her content. I knew that she was hungry, but so was her brother. I watched as Lacey held him to her breast, and he settled in as he began to suckle.

"I know, Samantha, I know. You're hungry, and you don't think I can help." I chuckled a bit. "I can't, not with that, but I've got you. Mommy will be ready for you soon, honey girl." I got to my feet and began to hum one of my favorite songs. I started to slowly dance around, holding Samantha closely. "Music's playin', so soft and slow, rest of the world so far away, now we're slow dancin', swayin' to the music, slow dancin', just me and my girl."

Samantha calmed down, but I continued to slowly move through the room. Lacey said, very softly, "She's not the only girl in this family that likes that song."

I smiled at her. "And I'm glad."

Erica looked at us, "What song is that, Wyatt?"

"Slow Dancin', by Johnny Rivers. From before your time." I bobbed my head in Lacey's direction. "Before her time, too."

Lacey said, "You sent me the video link for a performance by the singer."

I paused in front of her and caressed her shoulder. "I remember that. You liked it."

"I did, and I do like it. It showed me that you're a romantic at heart."

I turned away as I continued my slow dance with our daughter. "I'm always a romantic when it comes to pretty girls." I gently kissed the top of her head, then gently laid my cheek there.